Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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Called as a scribe, the splendor of
the center to describe, mass of light
astral clusters, luminary radiance
weight holding the earth in flight
symbol of enlightenment, throne
to oversee, accessed only at warp speed
folding time as a Chinese fan, opening
a hole, to shine, in dark deep matter
veil of separation, to outer reaches, cast out
we fail and wander in lunar cycles
of probation, wondering before distant
luminous bits that glint, glimmering
signals that beckon to glance and live
prospective chance of bright foresight.

Jan G. Otterstrom F. 1/4/2012